Always has been, as far as I know. Years ago I asked him the same
questions you're asking me. He told me that it's as if someone else takes over
for a little while. The psychs call it disassociation."
At Mandi's peering gaze, John's arms uncrossed in a gesture of protest and
he said, "Don't get me wrong. Cade's not crazy, Mandi. He's fifty-three, for
God's sake. If he was going to go nuts he'd have done it before now. Jesus, you
ought to hear some of the things he's been through."
"Great idea, John. When can I see his records?"
John's eyes got somewhat larger as he said, "Uh, well..."
Mandi put a finger on his chest that felt like a steel rod and said, "No.
Don't say 'uh, well'. Just say when I can see them."
Gathering himself against her imposing presence, John said, "Mandi, before I
say 'when', I have to ask 'why'."
Letting her finger drop from his chest, Mandi said, "I wanted him for my
project. I was going to talk to you about it, but now I have some doubts about
him."
"Uh, isn't he kind of old for what you have in mind?"
Thumbing toward the lobby, she asked, "You can ask that after what happened
out there? That guy was half Cade's age.
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